Crazy Days/Crazy Nights
Greetings, dear readers and friends! I hope you are all enjoying a bit of summer fun-- swimming, hiking, travel, plus homegrown tomatoes on your sandwiches, strawberries on your breakfast cereal, [...]
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Jul, 2025
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Mar, 2022
Vivica and Nora from Next Door
Vivica and Nora from Next Door Written with my Thursday group with the prompts: well then, a most sarcastic talking man, coal and a thousand colored pencils, she was starving herself, [...]
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Jun, 2021
Sheltering-in-Place: final edition?
Hello, dear readers. How are you? I am fine. Well, kinda fine. I am emerging slowly, as many of us are, attending to things that have been put off too long—dental appointments, household repairs, [...]
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May, 2021
Spring Cleaning
Because it was spring, Marilee decided to do one of her obsessive tears through the house—not a quick surface dust and sweep, but a deep dive, boring down beneath cushions [...]
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Apr, 2021
For My Mother and Other Collectors of Strays
April is National Poetry Month! I've dug down deep for this one, written for my Mom at least 30 years ago when she was the age that I am now. [...]
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Mar, 2021
The Illumination, a review
Imagine a world where suddenly and inexplicably the sick and injured begin to emit light. Open wounds shine like flash lights, acne sparkles like glitter, leukemia patients shimmer and glow, and [...]
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Mar, 2021
The Child’s Notebook
I wrote this piece with my Thursday night group. I changed most of the prompts, but perhaps you may still recognize them: the child, September, denigration, breakage, loss of youth, rust, crawling [...]
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Mar, 2021
Immigrant
i Blades not sharp or brutal but tender and yielding to the weight of my bare feet sprout on this thin layer of soil that hugs the Donegal coast. I [...]
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Feb, 2021
The Saga of Charlie and Mabel
As a Valentine treat, I'm reviving a little romantic tale of an amorous, adventurous couple. Charlie was a regular guy living a regular life. Then he met Mabel and he slipped [...]
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Feb, 2021
Dot Dot Dot
Anderson Cooper came by my house to repair the busted slats on my back fence and to tell me I use too many ellipses in my writing. I told [...]